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Fic: Change Fate's Design Chapter 3/12

Title: Change Fate’s Design
Fandoms: Torchwood/Star Trek XI/Doctor Who
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Kirk/McCoy, Spock/Uhura, John/Tosh, Rory/Amy, Doctor/River, Mickey/Martha, Sulu/Chekov, Owen/Andy/Kathy
Summary: Time is collapsing in on itself due to a disruption in the timelines. Now, to save the future, they must fix the past and save those who have been lost.
Word Count: 27,536
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, Doctor Who or Star Trek.
Beta: royalladyemma

Chapter 3

Always the patient husband, Rory could only watch as his wife paced back and forth across the TARDIS’ floor, mumbling under her breath. It was clear that Amy was not at all happy at being left behind while the Doctor and River went off to get them some allies. Finally the redhead paused in her pacing and turned her attention to Spock.

Amy stalked up to the silent alien. “All right,” the feisty woman demanded. “What is going on here? Who did the Doctor and River go to collect? How can they help us?” Rory thought she looked magnificent as she stood there with her hands on her hips and fire blazing in her eyes.

Spock merely gazed at her, unfazed by her outburst. “I am afraid that is not information I can offer you at this time. I do not know who River and the Doctor could think might offer us aid. Though I do have, as you humans would put it, a vague idea of who one might be.”

Amy raised an eyebrow at the calmness with which he spoke and she couldn’t help but blurt out the question she’d been dying to ask from the moment she saw the stoic alien. “Do you ever show any emotions?”

Spock merely stared placidly at her. “I am Vulcan; we are not ruled by our emotions as humans are.”

“Are you saying I’m emotional?!” Amy glared at the alien as though daring him to say it again.

“Are you not? You let your emotions rule your thoughts and actions. Yet that is not always a bad thing; two of those dearest to me allowed emotions to rule their choices.” Spock had almost fond look in his eyes as he remembered his lovers, now long gone, and how they allowed their emotions to rule their every action.

Rory, the more sensitive half of the married couple, recognised the look in Spock’s eyes. “You’ve lost someone you loved, haven’t you?” he asked softly.

Spock nodded. “I lost my two mates; they were my life. Yet they still live in this universe and I will do everything in my power to save them, even if fate has deigned it that they are destined not to be mine in this universe.”

“The two men in the last image, they are who you are here to save, aren’t they?” Rory had seen him closely watching the images the TARDIS had been showing them.

“You are indeed correct. In my universe Captain James T. Kirk and Doctor Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy were my mates, and they are two of the most emotional people I have ever known. They are also two of the bravest men I have ever had the privilege of knowing and loving.” Spock informed them calmly, only the slightest catch in his voice revealing his true emotional state.

“We will save them.” Amy spoke with absolute confidence. “The Doctor may act like he has no clue as to what he’s doing but in the end he will find a way to save the day.” Her belief in the Doctor and his abilities was boundless; he had never let her down, and he never would.

“Do not doubt your own worth. The Doctor’s Companions are his greatest strength; he needs them just as much as they need him.” Spock informed them. “There is greatness in both of you, never forget that.”

Whatever response Rory or Amy would have given was lost when, in a flash of light, River and a roguishly handsome man appeared in the TARDIS’ control room. At the same time, the TARDIS’ doors swung open to allow the Doctor to enter, a triumphant grin on his youthful face. A few seconds later he was followed by a very handsome man who swaggered in with his greatcoat swirling around his legs.

Rory’s eyes instantly narrowed as he saw the swooning look in his wife’s eyes as she watched the man stride confidently into the TARDIS.

Two pairs of stunning blue eyes met; fury and rage blazed like wildfire from one while guilt and shame welled up in the other. It was obvious that the two men knew each other and that the last time they met it did not end well.

The Doctor’s mind was suddenly psychically battered by the waves of bitterness, resentment and pure hatred pouring off Jack at the sight of River’s guest. He immediately stepped in front of the immortal, physically blocking his path and preventing him from acting on his urge to maim John. When Jack tried to step around him, the Doctor laid a strong yet gentle restraining hand on his old friend’s arm.

“Jack, there will be no violence on my ship.” He kept his voice low, his tone firm. “I’m sure there is a perfectly logical reason as to why River brought this man here.” At this the Doctor turned to face River, one eyebrow cocked in amused inquiry. “There is a perfectly logical reason as why there is a third Time Agent on my TARDIS?”

River smiled mischievously at her lover and her eyes twinkled merrily. “Of course there is, Sweetie! John’s future is just as tied to the past as Jack’s is. In fact, his heart will belong to someone at Torchwood.”

Jack’s eyes narrowed as unfounded jealousy griped him. “Stay away from my Ianto!” He snarled and tried to lunge past the Doctor to get at the other man.

John rolled his eyes even as he took a hasty step backwards from his ex; angry, green-eyed Jack was truly scary. “While Eye-Candy is a nice piece of eye candy, he is not who River’s talking about. Besides, anyone with half a brain could see that Eye-Candy’s heart belongs fully to you,” John’s tone was smug at first, and then it changed to quizzical as he frowned. “Which begs the question, Jack, why couldn’t you ever see that? Everyone else could.”

Overwhelming grief filled Jack’s eyes as a wave guilt and sadness engulfed him. He remembered how badly he had treated the younger man who had held his heart so lovingly in the palm of his hands. He remembered how he had flirted with others, especially Gwen, and how he made the young Welshman feel like he was second best to the Doctor, to Gwen, and to countless others. He knew that his actions had made Ianto feel like he was the only option that Jack had left after the Doctor had dropped him off and Gwen had married Rhys. He remembered knowing that Ianto thought he’d settled for the younger man simply because there wasn’t anyone better around to choose from, and with a stab of pain in his heart, he clearly remembered doing nothing to convince Ianto otherwise.

Forcing himself to look at the people around him, he then looked John in the eye and gave voice to the gut-wrenching pain in his heart. “Because I was a fool who let my fear of the future loneliness that I knew was to come rule my heart and guide my actions,” Jack admitted softly and he couldn’t stop the tears that slipped down his cheeks.

Amy was suddenly reminded of the way she so often treated Rory, and of how she sometimes made her husband feel like he was second-best to the Doctor. Rory might not be as flashy as the Doctor but he loved her despite her faults. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that nothing anybody could ever do would match Rory’s unwavering devotion to her. She knew that there was no one else in the Universe who would have stood guard over her for a thousand years when she was stuck in the Pandorica box.

Amy walked over to Jack and placed a comforting hand on his arm. “Sometimes a love can be so great that is scares us and we do foolish things to hurt the ones who truly love us. It’s not until we lose them that we see what we’ve done, and then we will do everything in our power to get them back.” She cast a meaningful glance around at the others before saying, “We will help you get your Ianto back.”

Jack flashed a small but genuine smile at the feisty redhead. “Thank you,” he said gruffly as he swiped at his tear-stained cheeks and he allowed her to guide him over to sit on the jump seat.

The Vulcan took the opportunity while Amy and Jack were talking to move towards the Doctor; there was still one last piece of news that Jack needed to know. Despite his earlier declaration that he had no emotions, Spock now looked at his friend with profound sadness in his ancient eyes. “He needs to know, my friend.”

The Doctor knew that Spock spoke the truth but he also knew that hearing this news was only going break Jack further. He sincerely wished with both his hearts that he could spare his friend this new pain. “I will tell him, but in private; it’s the least I can do for him.” The Doctor still couldn’t help but feel guilty for his role in Jack’s suffering.

‘If only I had been a better friend,’ the Time Lord silently chastised himself. ‘I should have taken the time to talk with him instead of tossing Alonso at him. How could I have been so cruel, thinking that good shag was all he needed to get over his broken heart? I am such a fool.’

A quiet voice penetrated the Doctor’s self-inflicted scolding. “No one person is perfect, not even the last of the Time Lords. It is true that you have hurt Jack in the past but you are trying to make things right with him now. By giving him back Ianto and their child you are well on your way to true forgiveness, from Jack and more importantly, from yourself.” Wisdom laced Spock’s every word.

In his hearts, the Doctor knew that his old friend was right. This was his big chance to make amends for all the pain he caused Jack, and he admitted to himself that there was a lot of it. He had abandoned him on Satellite Five even though he had known Jack was the only living thing left on the space station. He had allowed the TARDIS to run to the very end of the Universe in an attempt to avoid him. When he had the chance to apologise for his actions, he had instead called Jack ‘wrong’, and he’d made sure Jack could see the revulsion on his face when he said it.

He had let Jack suffer through an entire year of never-ending torture and countless agonising deaths at the hands of the Master and again, he’d never apologised. When he and Martha had dropped Jack off on the Plass after time had righted itself, he’d been unbelievably glad that Jack had declined his offer to go on travelling with him.

Truly ashamed of his behaviour, the Doctor looked across the console room towards a man who had only ever wanted to help him. He knew that in order to help Jack heal he would have to break Jack’s heart one last time.

He moved towards his Companions. “Jack, may I have a moment alone?” the Doctor asked softly. Sensing that this was important yet undeniably private, Rory and Amy moved over to talk to John and River, giving the two men a minute alone.

Jack didn’t have a good feeling as the Doctor pulled him aside to talk away from the others. “Doc, what’s wrong?” Jack asked with worry lacing his voice.

The Doctor took an uneasy breath as he looked Jack right in the eye and he dug deep for the courage to tell his friend some of the worst news a man could receive. “There is no easy way to say this, Jack, but Ianto was pregnant when you went inside Thames House to face the 456.”

A choking sound escaped Jack’s throat he struggled to breathe; not only had he led Ianto to his death but also he’s murdered their unborn child as well. “Oh, God, I am a monster.” He sank to his knees as he recalled Ianto’s words from so long ago; words that had once been said in anger were now proven true.

“You are not a monster, Jack!” The Time Lord declared vehemently as he shook Jack’s shoulders. “The only monsters in this story are the 456 and those who stole your brother from you.” The Doctor refused to let Jack think of himself like that.

Jack didn’t seem to hear the Doctor; he was lost in a fog of pain and despair. “Everyone I love I end up hurting or destroying. I hurt Ianto so many times and yet he stuck it out until the end. You don’t know how badly I treated him. He was the brightest star in my life and I let his light become tarnished until I finally destroyed it.” His voice was rising and that caught the attention of the others.

“I’m doing this for your own good.” That was the only warning Jack received before he was hauled to his feet and spun around. It happened so fast that he never saw the strong punch to his jaw coming before it sent Jack stumbling back down to the floor and on to his arse.

John Hart glared down at his former partner. “I am only going to say this once. For some reason you were blessed with a love most people only dream of when Ianto fell in love with you and gave you his heart. You made mistakes, which is what makes you human. You’re about to be given another rare gift, a second chance at happiness with that fine piece of eye candy known as Ianto Jones, so stop feeling sorry for yourself and start acting like the dashing hero you claim you are. Now get off your ass and help us save your Ianto and my Toshiko!” John’s voice was a low, intense growl that left no doubt as to his determination to rescue his future mate.

While the Doctor did not approve of violence he was glad to see that John’s speech was getting through Jack’s thick skull.

Jack hated to admit it but he knew John was right. “Ianto would kick my arse for moping around. But I have one question to ask; what do you mean by your Tosh?” He climbed to his feet and rubbed his jaw gingerly; the bruise from John’s fist was already fading.

John smiled at his ex-lover and stated as smugly as he possible could, “Because Toshiko Sato is destined to marry me,” and he quirked an eyebrow at Jack, as though daring him to argue.

When he heard John’s answer Jack almost wished he stayed seated. ‘What?! My sweet and adorable Tosh married to John? Over my dead body!’ and then Jack realised how silly that sounded. ‘Well, after the Grey incident, she was the only one he regretted hurting.’

Jack winced at the memory of holding Tosh in his arms as her light faded away, and he remembered seeing honest sorrow in John’s eyes over her death. Maybe it was true, although he hated to admit it, but maybe Tosh and John would balance each other out. Regardless, that didn’t mean he had to like it. Jack turned his fiercest glare on John. “You hurt Tosh and I will kill you,” the immortal vowed. “And don’t forget that I know you, John, and it’s a very good bet that you will hurt her.” Tosh would always be very dear to him, the little sister he’d never had, and he would not let anyone hurt her, not this time; he would not fail her again.

John returned Jack’s glare with one of his own. “I’m tired of being alone; don’t I deserve a chance to find my own Ianto? Someone who will love me, faults and all? I may have only met Tosh twice but I knew she was something special. I will not hurt her; she is mine to protect and love.” John’s vow was just as impassioned and heart-felt as Jack’s and against his better judgement Jack believed his ex. In all the time he had known John, Jack had never heard him speak so passionately.

“Fine, I’ll trust you with Tosh’s heart; of course, she will have the final say in whether or not she’ll accept you.” A big grin spread across Jack’s face; he was looking forward to seeing John woo the beautiful Asian woman known privately as the ‘Torchwood Dragon’. Tosh may have been small and shy but her team-mates had discovered early on that when you hurt the ones she cared about she turned into a tiny but terrifying fire-breathing dragon. Jack shuddered as he remembered when he returned from his first trip with the Doctor and that tiny terror had ripped him a new one for hurting Ianto. He recalled feeling as though she had him on probation for months after as far as his treatment of Ianto was concerned.

John did not like the look in Jack’s eyes or the shudder that racked his ex’s body although he was a little excited by what put it there. ‘So there’s more to my cherry blossom than meets the eye; well, I can’t wait to taste the fire burning deep within her!’

“Just a few things puzzle me, though; how is it Ianto was able to carry a child and live forever?” Jack asked the question that had been burning in his mind ever since the Doctor had told him the news of Ianto’s immortality. Even though one of his greatest wishes would come true and not only would he have Ianto by his side forever but he would share a family with his beautiful Welshman, he still wanted to know how such a miracle could come about.

“Because he’s our son,” River announced as she walked up, linked arms with the Doctor, and planted a big kiss on his lips, shocking everyone into momentary silence.


( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 16th, 2012 05:18 am (UTC)
*falls off chair*
Apr. 16th, 2012 07:18 am (UTC)
*Puts down pillow.* I hope you are okay.
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